Typed poem, titled "The Rhyme of the 'Papier Soldat'". Papier Soldate translations to "Paper Soldier".
The poem is about men who chose to join or be drafted into the military as field clerks because they did not want to do the dirty work of soldiers. The tone of the poem is mocking and talks about the dirty duties that clerks were forced to do such as clean up the mess hall and move coal piles, therefore destroying their dignity and forcing them to get their hands dirty. The last few lines of the poem:/
So go back home, BRAVE FIELD CLERKS, and once again be free,
And tell of gory battles which you fought across the sea
And when you're all through telling of thrilling deeds you've done
Then you can come to France again, but don't forget your gun.
World War I
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